emily izaguirre Poems

Here It Is

oh! how it is to exist? the numbness on my fingertips say all the truthsmy breath wrecks of sin and my eyes portray it allhow soft the noise of the song is playing on my mind for youyou lay beside me and i can feel your absencei must leave soon and yet time is going by slowi'd kiss your fingertips with the touch of my lipsall i ask is your love not your carei am cared too much by my mother and dog i do not need anymorelove! love is what i am seeking fori have picked yoursand u should pick minehopefully for a time of the final ...